To the Mom Sitting Beside the Sickbed: You Are Not Forgotten 💫📖

Hey beautiful mom 💗,

If you’re reading this today, chances are your heart feels heavy. 

Maybe you’re sitting beside a hospital bed right now. Or maybe you’re in your living room, eyes fixed on a loved one who’s been sick for far too long. 

The walls feel smaller. The air feels heavier. And your prayers? They’ve started to sound like whispers that fade into silence.

You’ve prayed to every god you’ve heard of 🙏. You’ve lit candles, tied threads, made promises, and pleaded with tears. But still, you sit there… waiting for a miracle that hasn’t shown up yet.

Sweet mom, I want to talk to you. ❤️

🌧 When Your Heart Feels Like It’s Breaking:

I know that exhaustion — the kind that’s not just in your body, but in your soul. The kind that makes you say, “Why me, Lord? Why my family? Why this pain?”

You keep pretending to be strong because everyone around you depends on your courage. You smile when the doctor walks in. You serve tea to visitors. You say, “I’m okay.” But deep inside, you’re not okay.

And that’s alright.

Because Jesus sees you. 🌹

He sees the woman whose pillow is wet with prayers. He sees your trembling hands when you hold your child’s, your spouse’s, or your parent’s weak fingers. 

He sees every tear that rolls silently — the ones you quickly wipe away before anyone notices.

🌤 You Are Not Forgotten:

Do you know what happens when everyone else forgets? Heaven remembers. 🌈

When no one calls anymore, when people move on with their lives, when even your faith feels faint — He still sits beside you.

He’s not just the God of miracles. He’s the God who stays when you can’t even believe for one.

Sometimes, the greatest miracle is not healing itself, but the peace that holds you steady while you wait for it.

🕊 A Faith That Grows in the Waiting:

There’s a verse I love —

📖 “I will restore to you the years that the locust has eaten.” — Joel 2:25

In other words, He’s saying:

“I know what you’ve lost. But I will give it back — not just once, not twice, but sevenfold.”

You might feel like your prayers have gone unanswered, but maybe God is not saying “no.” Maybe He’s saying, “Not yet, my daughter. I’m working behind the scenes.” 💫

Remember the story of Mary at Cana?

They ran out of wine — empty jars, disappointed faces, and a wedding about to collapse. But Jesus turned water into wine — not just any wine, but the best wine. 🍷

Sometimes, He lets our jars go empty so that He can fill them Himself. When your strength runs out, when your hope runs out, when your words run out — that’s when His power begins.

When You Don’t Know What to Pray Anymore:

It’s okay if you don’t have the words today. It’s okay if all you can say is, “Lord, please…” He understands the language of tears. 💧

Let your silence be your prayer. Let your sigh be your worship.

He is near to the brokenhearted — not far away.

He doesn’t need perfect faith. He just needs your surrendered heart.

💬 A Little Whisper for You, Mom:

If I could sit beside you right now, I’d hold your hand and tell you this:

You don’t have to fix it all. You don’t have to carry the whole world on your shoulders.

You are seen. You are loved. You are held.

Your miracle may not come the way you expect — but it will come in His timing. And when it does, it will be better, deeper, and sweeter than what you imagined. 💖

A Short Prayer for You

Dear Jesus,

Today I lift up this precious mom who is weary and waiting. You see her pain, her tears, and her hope that’s barely holding on.

Wrap Your arms around her, Lord. Let Your peace that passes understanding fill her room tonight.

Heal the one she’s praying for, but above all — heal her heart too.

Remind her that You haven’t forgotten her.

Remind her that You are still working.

In Your name, we believe. 

Amen. 

Hope Still Rises 🌤️

Sweet mom, I know you’re tired. I know you’ve seen long nights and lonely mornings. But even now, hope is quietly rising like the first light of dawn 🌅.

You may not see it yet, but God is preparing something beautiful beyond your tears.

He’s not ignoring your pain — He’s turning it into purpose.

So take a deep breath. Look up. Whisper this in your heart tonight ✨ “I am not forgotten. My story is still being written.” ✨

You’ve got this, mom. And even more — He’s got you. 💕

With love,

Anisha